I’d tell Lyla to get a room…but it looks like she already did–
and I should mind my own business.
Sheesh.
Bathsheba
Those Birthdays
If you simply must get older…
there might as well be cake.
Territorial Guys
Looks like Rhen was sitting in Hobbe’s spot so Hobbe’s just pretended not to see him and sat there anyway.
Nothing presumptious about this crazy orange cat.
Good thing we adore him or he’d get punted. ha.
There Are Three
We moved the newcomers to a cozy box in the bathroom–because no one should have to start life under a shoe rack. You know I’m right.
There are in fact, exactly 3 kitties. This one is a sweet little tiger stripe.
This little one is grey with very muted stripes–barely there.
And lastly, this one is the twin to the grey baby above only with a darker diamond on it’s nose.
I have no earthly idea if they are girls or boys because it’s hard to know with cats until they are a bit older. Maybe someone, SOMEwhere can tell, but it ain’t me.
So, we will live with the mystery.
Lyla’s Surprise
Oh, our sweet little Lyla had quite a surprise for us this morning! Of course we knew she was expecting–because, well, you know, SOME things can’t be hidden. Har, har.
But what I was a bit unclear on, was when these bitty kitties would arrive. I thought more like the end of the month. Rhen said, “Heck no. Any day now.” To my utter shame, he was totally right. And here I’M suppose to be the childbirth expert.
Pffft. My awesomeness badge is totally tarnished.
Anyway, like last time, we were greeted with the teeny tiny sound of babies mewing from somewhere behind the big chair in the front room. We finally found her and her littles under a shoe rack in the corner. Good grief, cat.
She was so clever this time, that I had no idea how many she even had until the next day when she slipped away and I could snag a few pictures. Even with that, the space was so dark and awkward that it was all I could do to twist my arm in there for a quick snapshot–never mind holding and counting them.
We will, of course move them in a few days because…well, because I will need to see them up close and hold them and smush them–well, you know.
Besides, it’s never good to let a mom cat think she runs the place.
Even if it’s true.